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What faults lie made before the last, I think, Stain all your edges on me.Boy! False hound! Might have found easy fines: but there to end, If you have writ your andals true, 'tis there. Where he was to begin; and give away
That like an eagle in a dove cote, I
Flutter'd your voices in Corioli:
Why, noble lords, Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Enter Coriolanus with drums and colours ; a crowd
Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, of Citizens with him.
'Fore your own eyes and ears?
Let him die for't.
Several speak at once
Cit. (Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to pieces Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Under your great command. You are to know,
do it presently. He killed my son ;-my daughter ;That prosperously I have attempted, and
He killed my cousin Marcus ;-He killed my father2 Lord. Peace, ho;-no outrage;
The man is noble, and his fame folds in
Shall have judicious hearing.–Stand, Aufidius, With no less honour to the Antiates,
And tepuble not the peace.
0, that I had him, Than shame to the Romans : And we here deliver,
With six Aufidiuses, or more, bis tribe,
To use my lawful sword !
! We have compounded on.
Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. Auf:
Read it not, noble lords ; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
[Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and kill Com He hath abus'd your powers.
riolanus, who falls, and Aufidius stands on him. Lords.
Hold, hold, hold, holdt
Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.
2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour wilt Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius ; Dost thou think
weep. I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name
3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be quiet; Coriolanus in Corioli ? You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously
Put up your swords. He has betray'd your business, and given up,
Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage
Provokd by bim, you cannot,) the great danger For certain drops of salt, your city Rome
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice (I say, your city,) to his wife and mother: Breaking his oath and resolution, like
That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours A twist of rotten silk; never admitting
To call me to your senate, I'll deliver Counsel o'the war; but at his nurse's tears
Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Your heaviest censure. He whind and roard away your victory;
Bear from hence his body, That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart
And mourn you for him: let him be regarded Look'd wondering each at other.
As the most noble corse, that ever herald Cor.
Hear'st thou, Mars?
Did follow to his urn. Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,
His own impatience Cor.
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame, Auf: No more.
Let's make the best of it. Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
My rage is gone, Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!
And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him up: Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was fore'd to scold. Your judgements, my grave
Help, three oʻthe chiefest soldiers ; I'll be one
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully; lords, Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city be
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, (Who wears my stripes impress’d on him; that must
Which to this hour bewail the injury, bear My beating to his grave!) shall join to thrust
Yet he shall have a noble memoryThe lie unto him.
Assist. 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me spenk.
[Exeunt, beuring the body of Coriolanus. A deed Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads,
triumvirs after the death of
conspirators against Julius Ligarius,
nius; friends to Brutus and Cassius.
servants to Brutus.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Axendants, 6c.
terwards at Sardis ; and near Philippi.
self into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holi
day, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph. SCENE 1.-Rorme. A Street. Enter Flavius, Ma Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he rullus, and a Rabble of Citizens.
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ?
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Being mechanical, you ought not walk,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Upon a labouring day, without the sign
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou? To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, 1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? The live-long day, with patient expectation, What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: --You, sir; what trade are you?
And when you saw his chariot but appear, 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am Have you not made an universal shout, but, as you would say, a cobbler.
That Tyber trembled underneath her banks,
2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a Made in her concave shores?
And do you now call out a holiday?
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: Be gone; yes, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Mar. What meanest thou by tbat? Mend me, thou Pray to the gods to intermit the plague suey fellow?
That needs must light on this ingratitude. 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Flmy. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
Assemble all the poor men of your sort; 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears I meldle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's Into the channel, till the lowest streain matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all, [Exc. Citizens. wil shoes ; when they are in great danger, I ra-cover See, whe'r their basest metal be not movd; them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. have gone upon my handy-work.
Go you down that way towards the capitol ;
Mar. May we do so ?
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Than that poor Bruttis, with himself at war, Flav. It is no matter ; let no images
Forgets the'shows of love to other men. Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your par And drive away the vulgar from the streets :
sion; So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Who else would soar above the view of men,
Bru. No, Cassis : for the eye sees not itsell, And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt.
But by reflection, by some other things.
Cas. 'Tis just : SCENE 11.-The same. A public Place. Enter, in
And it is very much lamented, Brutus, Procession, with music, Cæsar; Antony, for the
That you have no such mirrors, as will turn course ; Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus,
Your hidden worthiness into your eye, Cassius, and Casca, a great Crowd following ; among
That you might see your shadow. I have heard, them a Soothsayer.
Where many of the best respect in Rome, Cæs. Calphurnia, —
(Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus, Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
[Music ceases. Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Cæs. Calphurnia,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassis, Cal. Here, my lord.
That you would have me seek into myself Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
For that which is not in me? When he doth run his course. Antonius.
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear : Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
And, since you know you cannot see yourself Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
So well as by reflection, I, your glass, To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,
Will modestly discover to yourself The barren, touched in this holy chase,
That of yourself which you yet know not of,
And be not jealons of me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. (Music. || To every new protester; if you know Sooth. Cæsar.
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, Cæs. Ha! who calls ?
And after scandal thein; or if you know Casca. Bid every noise be stiil:-Peace yet again, That I profess myself in banqueting
(Music ceases. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on me?
(Flourish and short I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Cry, Cæsar :--Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Choose Cæsar for their king. Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Ay, do you fear it? Cas.
What man is that!
Then must I think you would not have it so. Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of
Bru. I would not, Cassius ; yet I love him well :March.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other,
For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
Well, honour is the subject of my story
I cannot tell, what you and other men Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part Think of this life; but, for my single self, of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
I had as lief not be, as live to be Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
In awe of such thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you:
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
For once, upon a mw and gusty day,
Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood, Be not deceivd : If I have veild my look,
And swim to yonder point ::- Upon the words I turn the trouble of any countenance
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. of late, with passions of some difference,
The torrent roard ; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside
1, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius, The old Anchises lvear, so, from the waves of Tyber The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, Did I the tired Csosar: And this man
And all the rest look like a chidden train:
Calphurnin's cheek is pale; and Cicero
As we have seen him in the capitol,
Being crossd in conference by some senators. And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake:
Cas. Antonius. His coward lips did from their colour fiy;
Ant. Cæsar. And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Cars. Let me have men about me that are fat; Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’nights : Ay, and u at tongue of his, that bade the Romans Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius,
Ant. Fear him not, Caesar, he's not dangerous ; As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
He is a noble Roman, and well given. A man of such a feeble temper should
Cos. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not : So get the start of the majestic world,
Yet if my name were liable to fear, And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. I do not know the man I should avoid Bru.
Another general shout! So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; I do believe, that these applauses are
He is a great observer, and he looks
Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music:
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Men at some time are masters of their fates :
Such men as he he never at heart's ease, The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
Whiles they bebold a greater than themselves;
And therefore are they very dangerous.
[Excunt Cæsar and his Train, Casca stays behind. Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. [Shout. Cascr. You pulld me by the cloak; Would you Now in the names of all the gods at once,
speak with me? Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
Bru. Ay, Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd today, That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art shan'd: That Cæsar looks so sad ? Kome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
Casca. Why you were with him, were yon not? When went there by an age, since the great flood, Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath chanc'd. But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him: and be When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
ing offered him, he put it by with the lack of his hand, That her wide walks encompassid but one man? thus; and then the people fell a' shouting. Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
Bru. What was the second noise for? When there is in it but one only man.
Casca. Why, for that too. 0! you and I have heard our fathers say,
Cas. They shouted thrice; what was the last cry for? There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Casca. Wby, for that too. The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice? As easily as a king.
Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
every time gentler than other; and at every putting What would work me to, I have some aim ;
by, mine honest neighbours shouted. How I have thought of this, and of these times,
Cas. Who offered him the crown?
Casca. Why, Antony.
Bru. Tell us the manner of it. gentle Casca.
Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner I will with patience hear: and find a time
of it: it was mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw
Mark Antony offer him a crown ;-yet 'twas not a Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things. Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this;
crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets ;-and, as I
told Brutus liad iather be a villager,
he put it by once; but, for all that, to my Than to repute himself a son of Rome
thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered Under these hard conditions as this time
it to him again ; then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it,
And then he offered it the third time; he put it the I am glad, that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. || hooted, and clapped their chopped hands, and threw up
third time by: and still as he refused it, the rabblement Re-enter Cæsar, and his Train.
their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. stinking breath because Cæsar refused the crown, that Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; And he will, after his sonr fashion, tell you
it had almost choked Cesar; for he swooned, and fell
down at it: And for mine own part, I durst not laugh, What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.
for fear of opening my lips, and receiving the bad air,
Is like to lay upon us.
Cus. But, soft, I pray you; What? did Cæsar swoon? | Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at:
Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foan And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure ; ed at mouth, and was speechless.
For we will shake him, or worse days endae. (E.I. Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling-sickness.
Cas. No, Casar hath it not; but you, and I, SCENE III.-The same.' A Street. Thunter and And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness,
Lightning. Enter, from opposite sides, Casca, tad Casa. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am his sword drawn, and Cicero. sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, accorling as he pleased, and
Cic. Good even, Casca : Brought you Cæsar boge? displeased them, as they use to do the players in the
Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ?
Casca. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway uf carh theatre, I am no true man. Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself?
Shakes, like a thing unfirna? 0 Cicero, Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he pereciv.
I have soen tempests, when the scolding winsts
Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen ed the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, plueked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat
To be exalted with the threat’ning clouds: to eut.-An I had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might
But never till to-night, never till now, go to hell among the rogues :-and so he fell. When lie
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven; came to himself again, he said, If he had done or said,
Or else the world, too saucy with the godis, any thing amiss, he desired their worships to think it
Incenses them to send destruction. was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I
Cic. Why, saw you anything more wonderful? stood, cried, Alae, good sou]!-and forgave him with all their hearts: But there's no head to be taken of
Casca. A coinmon slave (you know him well by sigła,
Held up his left hand, which did flame, and burn them; if Cæsar had stabbed their mothers, they would
Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand, have done no less. Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away?
Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
Besides, (I bave not since put up my sword.)
Against the capitol I met a lion,
Who glard upon me, and went surly by, Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Without annoying me: And there were drawn Cas. To what effect?
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you
Transformed with their fear; who swore, they say the face again: But those, that understood him, smiled
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. at one another, and shook their heads : but, for mine
And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit, own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
Even at noon-day, upon the market-place, news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off
Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies Cæsar's images, are put to silence. Fare you well.
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say, There was more foolery yet, i. I could remember it.
These are their reasons, -They are natural; Cas. Will you sup with me tv-nighc, Casca?
For, I believe, they are porter tous things Casca. No, I am promised forth.
Unto the climate that they point upon. Cas. Will you dine with me tomorrow?
Cic. Indeod, it is a strange-disposed time: Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner worth the enting.
But men may construe things after their fashion, Cas. Good; I will expect you.
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves
Comes Cæsar to the capitol to-mortow? Casc. Do so: farewell, both. [Erit Casca.
Casca. He doth ; for he did bid Antonius Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be?
Send word to you, he would be there tomorrow, He was quick mettle, when he went to school. Cas. So is he now, in execution
Cic. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky
Is not to walk in. Of any bold or noble enterprize,
Casca. Farewell, Cicero.
Cas. Who's there?
A Roman. Bru. Aud so it is. For this time I will leave you: Cas.
Casea, by your res Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me,
Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this? I will come home to you ; or, if you will,
Cas. A very pleasing night to hopest men. Come home with me, and I will wait for you.
Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so? Cas. I will do so :-Lill then, think of the world. Cas. Those, that have known the earth so full a
faults: WEN, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Thy honourable metal may be wrought
Såbniitting ne unto the perilous night ; From that it is disposit: Therefore 'tis ineet
And, thus unbraeed, Casca, as you see, That noble minds keep ever with their likes :
Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone : For who so firm, that cannot be secluc'd ?
And, when the cross blue lightning seemd to opet Cxsar doth bear me hard; but le loves Brutus : The breast of heaven, I did present myself If I were Brutus now, and lie were Cassius,
Eren in the aim and very Nash of it. ile should not huniour me. I will this night,
Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempat tik 112 several hands, ils at his windows throw,
heavens? As if they caine from several citizens,
It is the put of inen to fear and tremble, Writinys, all tending in the great opinion
When the most mighty gols, by tokens, seul That Ronic holds of his name ; ubcrcan obscuruly Such dreadful honalds to astonish us.